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.JlCondu.ned by tho National Woman'sChristian Temperance Union.)IA LIQUOR EXHIBIT.Neither the liquor industry nor itsjpartner, the government, nor the peo!ple, who by their votes support and?protect the traffic, ever ask for spaceiin which to exploit its products atfistate or national or international expositions. The saloon has no windowfdlsplay of its workmanship and no?Inspection of its processes is invited.!On the contrary, wherever permitted,Ht puts up screens in an endeavor to?hide its work and the manner of itJirom the public eye.Apropos of this point is the following story told of the noted reformer,John B. Gough:As Mr. Gough hastened along the,street of a great English city hefound a drunken man lying on the?sidewalk outside a saloon door. Going across the street he obtained apiece of paper and with a colored pencil wrote on it the words, "SPECIMEN of the work done inside." Hethen pinned the paper to the drunkenman's coat and stood aside to watchthe effect produced on the passersby.The attention of the saloon keeper"was attracted by the crowd, whichISOOP gathered, and when he observedthe cause of the interest, he angrilycasked: "Who did it?" "Which?" askedMr. Gough. "If you mean what is'on the paper, I did that. If you meanthe man, you did that. This morningwhen he started for his \vork, he was.a sober man; when he went into your.saloon, he was a sober man; when I'he came out he was like that, and he !lis what you made him. If he is not a?specimen of the work done inside,what is he?"?POPE EXPRESSES HIMSELF.Under the direction of the Internajtional Catholic League Against Alcoholism, 200 leading Catholics, representing various total abstinence societies throughout the world, recentlyjourneyed to Rome to ask the blessing of tlie nope on their work for temperance. Pope Pius assured them,'through Cardinal Merry Del Val, of.his approval and sympathy. "How.useful it is." he said, "to show thescourge of alcoholism in its economic,'moral and physical effects, putting itJin correlation with the decay of individuals, whose health, intelligence,conscience and liberty it ruins; withthe ruin of families, in whose bosomlit engenders confusion and disorder;with the ruin of society, whose greatest interests it menaces! And among?social endeavors there are none moreurgent." He especially expressed thedesire 'that "the clergy everywhere.take part in this work of education?and of social preservation, by teaching and by example, in the very heartlof the strife against an evil which.sows so much opprobrium among the.faithful, especially in certain countries."IBETTER BUSINESS.Regarding the manner in whichtemperance affects the money problem, two men doing business in a?dry town are quoted by the Otrumwa(Ia.) Courier. One, a banker, asserted that deposits showed a steady increase which could be attributed onlyto the closing of saloons. He saidalso that merchants were finding itmuch easier to collect bills under a.dry regime. The other, a manufacturer, states that the checks withwhich the shop's employe- were paidnow came back indorsed by grocers,butchers, clothing stores and other.dealers in life's necessities, instead ofhy saloonkeepers. Experience hadtaught him, he said, that men spentmuch or most of their money whererthey cashed their checks..ARMY CANTEEN IN GERMANY.Word comes that commanders oftfour German army corps have issuedinstructions doing away with ordersrequiring soldiers to drink beer onholidays. Heretofore the soldiers havereceived checks on holidays good forbeer. In future the checks will .be/good for coffee and soft drinks. Thecommander at Strasburg, General-von Der Imling. has ordered that theprice of non-alcoholic drinks at canteens shall not exceed the price ofbeer. At maneuvers neither wine norbeer are to be dispensed at outpost'bivouacs. This doubtless is the beginning of the end of the army canteen1n Germany.FIVE-MILE ZONE.For years the National Woman's.Christian Temperance union, throughits department of work among soldiersand sailors, has urged legislation providing for a five-mile dry zone aroundnaval training schools and stations. Itis most gratifying to know that Secretary of the Navy Daniels strongly advocates such a law in the state of Illinois and in other parts of the country.PUBLIC NUISANCE.A saloon is a unisance. Its influence for evil cannot be confined tothe building in which it is conductedany more than can odors of a slaughter house be confined to the block inwhich it is located.-William J.Bryan.COMMUNITY LOSES.c Considered solely from the standpoint of dollars and cents, the community which tolerates saloons is always the loser. This has been provedtime and again."Do Noble Things-Not Dream Them-'*To each man by an illusion of interior optics his own real life appearsto be not what we see him doing butwhat he feels himsilf feeling-his owninvisible sensations, emotions, aspirations and satisfactions. He is to himself the center of a weblike universe,and every least nerve message thatcomes to him is, by a necessity of hissoul's unity, equally interesting andexciting to him. But this subjectiveness is not life; lt is existence. Life lsconduct; it is growth and betterment;it is what follows the emotion and desire; it is effort and achievement orfailure. Unless we do the things, wecannot get beyond to seek furtherthings. As far back as man began hehas thought and felt delicately. TheMid-Victorians set out to do delicately.It is this doing the things that makesus grow up.-Annie Winsor Allen, Inthe Atlantic.Obligations.It Is pre-eminently in youth that thedesire to meet obligations may bemost firmly implanted and become apermanent possession. Children arequick to catch tire spirit of those theyare with; they soon learn to value thesame things and to strive for them.And the desire l'or a worthy object,continually striven for and attained,grows into a habit of the heart as surely as any long-continued process ofthought grows into a habit of thomind, or any oft-repeated manual operpticn grows into a habit of the hand.And what habit can be so inestimableto the individual or so valuable to society as that which leads men and women to meet every obligation as itrises, gladly and speedily, with thosame satisfaction that every honestman feels in paying his debts?No Room for His Money.One morning father missed somemoney out of his clothes and thoughtmother had frisked him during thenight. So, while mother was busy inanother room, father went through herhandbag in search of his coln. Hefound a receipted milk bill, an unpaidice bill, a big hunk of prepared chalk,a powder puff, two coupons six monthsold, representing the last time he hadtaken her to a theater; a button hook,six samples of dress goods, a clippingcontaining Gene Field's "Little EoyBlue," two safety pins, a sample oftalcum powder, ono of the baby's mittens, an old tintype of himself takenbefore marriage and seven cents incoin. And father felt so mean that hekicked himself all day.-Cincinnati Enquirer.Applause In Court.Mr. Justice Scrutton recently Imposed a fine of $25 upon a demonstrative person who disturbed the proceedings of his court in London. Thiscourse, though unusual, is by no meanswithout precedent, nor indeed is itunnecessary, since lt is obviously inthe Interest of justice that a court oflaw should be a place where expressions of approval or disapproval cannot be permitted. Mr. Justice Creswell on one occasion thought it proper even to reprove a juror for applauding a comment he had passed."I dare say you meant it very kindly," he observed, "but, believe me, theadministration of justice is in greatdanger when applause in court becomes grateful to a judge's ear.""Not Worth the Candle."The well-known saying, "the game Isnot worth the candle," means that itis not worth even tho candle thatlights the players during their game.It is used with reference to an undertaking to signify that the resultswould not be sufficient to justify thetrouble or expense incurred. TheFrench have the same saying-"le jeune vaut pas la chandelle." In the "Jacula Prudentum; or Outlandish Proverbs, Sentences, etc.," of.George Herbert, an English writer of the seventeenth century, occurs the proverb:"It is a poor sport that is not worththe candle." The saying is orr' ofthose old ones, the origin of which itis difficult, if not impossible, to trace.TH Show 'Em Wot's Wot!"The Association of. the Cloth andRing, at a recent boxing bout in London, England, when a clergyman actedas master of ceremonies reminds onoof Bendigo, the famous pugilist, who,on his retirement, scorned the usualpublic house, became converted, andsought to make others follow his lead.He favored the muscular missionarymethod. One one ocasi?n a meetingof atheists wasvpointed out to him."Wot's atheists?" he asked. He wastold. "Eh?" he gasped. "Don't believe in no God? Here, hold my coat!Let mc get at 'em! I'll soon show 'emwot's wot!"Whales.The Scottish fishery board's annualreport foes far to show that the stockof whales has been seriously reducedin recent years. The Scottish old ladyof whom Dean Ramsey tells wouldhave found in this the fulfillment ofher forebc dings. She protested againstthe introduction of gas on the groundthat it would supersede the use of oil."What's to become o' the puir.whales?"she asked.Breaking lt Gently.Fallon (who has bought a smailfarm)-"Tell me the truth, Mr. Carney; is the Foil rich or poor?" Expert Gardener-"Well, sor, I shouldsay it wor wanst rich, but it's now iaraydooced circumstances."GROSS AS TWO STICKSBy ALLIE FORD."There!" exclaimed the little stenographer, taking her watch from her beltand setting it in front of her. "I'm going to hold my breath till it's fiveo'clock and then I'm going to run! I'vealways felt above watching the clock,but I'm beginning to understand a fewthings! Besides, I've had a horribletime today trying to get ready for theFourth."The bookkeeper slid his ledgers backou the shelf. "Now what's the matter?" he asked, with an exaggeratedair of resignation."Oh, I'm tired to a frazzle and ascress as two sticks!" The littlestenographer, exploded,j "Well, don't take it out on me!" objected the bookkeeper amiably. "Whathas happened, anyway?""Everything!" returned the littlestenographer dramatically. "I've beenturned into a housekeeper, general utility man-anything but the stenographer I thought I was. the stenographer trying to get things shipshapein j-rcnaration for the holiday."This morning I had to devote twosolid hours to checking up his clubbills for Mr. Gray! And my files amile behind, waiting for a clear minute! If those men don't hear my typewriting machine rattle they think-I'venothing to do! And they botheraround for au hour to think up something to help me pass the time. Mr.G^ay smiled ennerously when he handed me his bills, as if he were givingme the time of my life by permittingme to see how he spends his moneyand incidentally keep his personal accounts for him!"When I finished that Mr. Nicholascalled me in and said his wife hadasked him if I wouldn't be so kind asto write out her club programs for thewhole of next year! The club wasabout to adjourn until fall and it wassaving money by doing its own programs instead of having them printed.Mr. Nicholas beamed on me as if hewere conferring an honor upon me thatcould never be estimated in letting meget so close to his wife's club as tospend a few hours writing out the clubprograms! Then she'll feel so righteous when spending on charity themoney I've paved for her, when thefull credit-well, it belongs elsewhere,if I do say it myself!"Just when I was working as hardas I could to get that finished, so thatI could get started all that awful filing,who should come out and look overmy shoulder but Mr. Brown himself! Icould tell that he thought I was presuming a good deal in writing something that was not business letters, satI hastened to explain what it was Iwas doing. That gave him an idea andhe went back into his office and returned presently with his silk gloves." 'Won't you please, when you havea little time, just catch these threadstogether?* he asked. And he showedme fiugers of his gloves that were almost entirely gone at the tips!'Catch them together!' Why, I hadpositively to crochet new tips on them!And I didn't dare do anything but myvery carefulest work for him."That's the way it's been all daylong! Mr. Gray asked me to pack hissuitcase-from that drawer where hokeeps shirts and collars, you knowfor lie had to go out of town for theFourth. And while I was at that Mr.Vandewatcr had a bright idea. He Jsuggested that I phone a reservationfor him-and then run down and getit! And-oh, well, what's the use?I'm going home!" . iShe half arose from her chair. Asshe did so Mr. Brown emerged hastilyfrom his office."Here," he said, "I've got to "run formy train. Will yo?'sh?t my desk andclose the window and sign the letters Ileft there?"The little stenographer noddeo andsaid no word. ... j"And," called the bookkeeper, as hepoked his head back through the dooras he was leaving, "don't forget to putthe cat out and wind the clock."Delmonico Meal. 4..He had heard several old minerswho had for many years been living arough frontier life discussing whatthey would do when they had "madetheir piles" and could return withriches "to thc states.""Well," said the grizzly old veteran,"I know; what I'll do. I'll go as straightas the cars'll.take me to New York,and when J get there I'll make a beeline for Delmonico's and I'll get theblankety-blankedest dinner that money can buy. I don't care if it costsme $f)0, I'll have it.""Now, what do you think you wouldorder," queried Fred, with some curiosity, "if you were to go into Delmonico's for a $50 dinner?""Well, I dunno; but I guess I'd havesome ham and eggs-yes, I would; I'dhave some ham and eggs1!"Hew Carlsbad Got Name.An American who says he has"nothing to do between drinks," hasestimated that Carlsbad is now entering upon the five hundred and fiftysixth season-at least, if there is anyfaith to be placed in the old chroniclers. They ascribe the discovery of themedicinal properties of the "Sprudel"to Charles IV, in 1358-or, rather, tothe pack of this fanons huntsman,which, while in hot pursuit of a stag,fell into the boiling caldron and hadto be fished out more dead than alive.Hence the "Carls" and hence the"Bad."Tethering Horse in Mexico.\ Many people are familiar with thedeacon's horse in "David Harum," that"stood without hitching," but ordinaryhorses and kindred creatures are notbuilt in this way, and BO it is necessaryto tie them to a post, an iron ring inthe pavement or wall, or to a heavyiron weight carried for the purpose.Perhaps the most original method conceivable for preventing a steed fromwandering off is that adopted by thestreet merchants of Vera Cruz, Mexico,says the Wide World. Here donkeys,or "burros," as they are called, arethe usual beasts of burden. Occasionally their masters must leave themalone to attend to business or indulgein a few drinks and a chat at somecorner cafe. On these occasions theowner simply ties up one leg of theburro, thus most effectually discouraging any tendency to run away.Habits.Imagine Hercules as oarsman in arotten boat; what can he do there butby the very force of his stroke expedite the ruin of his craft? Take care,then, of the timbers of your boat, andavoid all practices likely to introduceeither wet or dry rot among them.And this is not to be accomplished bydesultory or intermittent efforts of thewill, but fay the formation of habits.The will, no doubt, has sometimes toput forth its strength in order tostrangle or crush the special temptation. But the formation of right habits ie essential to your permanent security. They diminish your chance offalling when assailed, and they augment your chance of recovery whenoverthrown.-John Tyndall.To Hear Yourself as Others Hear You.An English voice specialist has invented a machine which enables asinger to hear his own voice, just as itsounds to his audience. The demandfor such a contrivance has been sogreat that countless adaptations of thephonograph and of the telephone havebeen tried out in the endeavor toobtain a correct reproduction of thevoice of a speaker or singer, so that hecan criticize his own delivery, andmodify his tone to obtain the best results. All these devices lacked insome essential feature, but the newmachine called th** "critophone," isclaimed by the inventor to overcomeobjections urged against other models.-Popular Mechanics.Equals a Pound of Beef.Those who wish to substitute otherfoods for meat often desire to knowhow much of the substitute is necessary to replace a given amount ofmeat If only the proteins of the meatare considered the following will givea general idea: Two and one-halfquarts milk, one and one-fourths poundfresh lean fish, three-fourths pounddried fish, two-thirds pound ordinarycheese, somewhat less than a poundof mixed nut meatB, nine eggs, one-halfpound shelled peanuts, or two-thirdspint dry beans, peas, or lentils is equalto a pound of beef of average composition.The Showstone.The so-called "showstone" in theBritish museum belonged originally toone Doctor Dee, a celebrated astrologer and alchemist of Queen Elizabeth'stime. The doctor declared that oneday in November, 1582. the angel Urielappeared to him and gave him thestone, which had the quality whensteadfastly gazed into, of presentingvisions and giving messages. The doctor's assistant, one Edward Kelly,while paying attention to the stone,received the command that he and thodoctor should exchange wives, whichmessage was forthwith obeyed, withmuch ornate ceremonial. .'"N Forced to Deny Himself... "Wa-al, some ways I'd like to an'some ways I guess I wouldn't," saidhonest. Farmer Bentover when thesuave dispenser of encyclopedias hadpaused in'his Biren song. ' "Ye see, ifI was to sign for that 'ere cyclopedeein forty-seven parts, includln' the index an' appendicitis. I'm sorter afraidI'd be too tired- to enjoy readin' it;while If I'd read it at my leisure, asI'd ort to, in oider to git the good of? It, I wouldn't hev time to to earn theprice.' Sd all things considered, I guessI'll hev to deny myself; the privilege,as it were. Looks sorter like rain offfo the northwest, don't it?"A Woman's Way.An extremely pretty girl stood Inthe middle of Lover's lane. At eitherend of this celebrated thoroughfarewas a lover. Each had his back turned,but from where she stood each lookedequally handsome. If she had been aman she would have tossed up a cointo see which lover she should call. Butwomen are not by nature gamblers.They are generally too sure of themselves. Then she did the perfectlynatural thing-what any woman woulddo. She called to one lover, knowingthe other would hear her. And theone she didn't call was the one shewanted.-Life.Vast Deposits of Copper.A mountain of copper exists in Chile,some hundred miles from the port ofTocopllla, according to a report in theDiario Illustrado. It is stated that,according to calculations made, themountain is estimated to contain 200,000,000 cubic yards of copper ore, or alittle less than the volumo of earth3xcavated in the Panama canal. Themountain has been purchased by anAmerican company.j THE RAINS DESCENDED jJ By BREVARD MAYS CONNOR. Z"Oh, if it would only rain," she hadsaid wearily.Little enough totake offense at ifwe weigh thewords one by one,and consider theirsimple import,but she had saidit more than oncethat day, and thereiteration hadtold on the man'snerves, alreadystrained to thebreaking point by weeks of enervating Idry heat.He had looked across the table witha look in his eyes hers could notbear."Will-you-shut-up I "She had sat stunned for a moment,and then, choking down a dry sob,said:"I'm sorry. Dick. You've been soworried. It's been terrible-thisyear."His face did not soften, and helaughed harshly."Yes, this year and last, and theyear before that, and all the rest ofthe years to come probably." Hestood up abruptly. "I'm going totown."She noticed the slight stoop of theboyish shoulders and the listless dragof his feet, and then she turned andlooksd out across the baking fields,where the crowding rows of graygreen corn drooped as if the heatwere heavy and bearing them down.The child that lay on the bed tossedand wailed fretfully. After she hadsoothed it back into an uneasy slumber, she commenced to clear thetable, working swiftly to ease the constriction in her breast.When her fingers touched the finely-chiseled edges of the cut-glass sugarbowl that stood so incongruously amidtheir homely ware, she paused andwhispered aloud the thought that thisbare touch had awakened."He travels the fastest who travelsalone."His mother had said it-the same |who had given them the sugar-bowlsaid it in her presence when she andDick had gone to tell her their resolve, that they were going to be married.Placing the ironing-board across thebacks of two chairs, she lifted theiron from the stove and tested it witha moistened finger. The light breezethat stirred the curtains felt cool onher damp brow, but she did not lookup to see the green haze.Neither did she note the far-off hum,like the hum of bees wh' n they gather at the home hive .t nightfall-ahum that grew louder, and swelled involume till it sounded like the rumbleof a thousand busy looms-louder,louder.An eery note sang through it; louder and higher, and louder and higherlike the increasing roar of advancingwar.The shrieks of the child seemed feeble and impotent in the face of theroar, as she seized it up and plungedhead down into the swirling dust outside.For a moment she was but a plaything of the storm that whirled hsrskirts above her head and blinded her.She was hurtled along until she stumbled and fell to her knees on a mou?idof earth, which with a heart-leap ofjoy she. recognized as the storm-house.Then the door yielded, crashed downover their heads, and from pandemonium she stepped into peace.Long she sat with wide-stretchndeyes staring into the darkness of theirrefuge, until things began to "take ona dim" ghostly shape, and even thedirt wall opposite came Into view.The mutter was dying lower andlower, and the whine was stilled,when suddenly there came a clear,sharp tap on the tin door of theirrefuge. She caught her breath andstrained to hear. Yes, there was another, and two, three, four, until itsounded like the preliminary rattleand then the full rolllngof a drum.The woman breathed in deeply, audibly, and then she screamed:*"B?by!- the rain!-the rain!"Swiftly ?he rushed up the four st?psand pushed back the trap-door, halfsobbing, half laughing crazily. Shelifted her arms and let. the waterstream down her upturned face, as ifshe were drinking it in along' with-'the thirsty earth. , rIt was salvation to her life that.bad.been so near ruin that very day, forit was salvation to the corn whereinlay their hopes, and with a glad heartshe turned to watch the torrents pouring on their fields.It crept into her face, into her eyes,until she could no longer bear to look,and turned. There lay the house in aludicrous mass, one beam erect, likea man lying on his side, his foot inthe air.She did not hear the mad splashingof a horse down the road, where herhusband, bareheaded, came gallopingwildly through the rain, a terriblefear in his eyes.He did not notice the fields, noreven the house, but when he saw herstanding there disconsolate, his eyeslighted up with a great joy, and thelook of terror fled. Swiftly he cameap to her."Dick!" she cried. "Oh, Dick, lookat the corn!" but he opened his armsand stilled her against his breast."The corn? What do I care for the:orn?" And he kissed her again andigaln.SOUTHERN RAILWAYSCHEDULE CHANGESEffective Sunday, August 16,1014, the following changes in passenger train schedules were made:COLUMBIA DIVISIONTrain No. 6, leave Augusta 6:40a. m., Graniteville 7:13 a. m.,Trenton 7:45 a. m., Johnston 8:00 a. m.Ward S:10 a. m., Ridge SpringS:20 a. m., Bate>burg 8:43 a. m.,Leesville 6:48 a. m., Lexington9:31,a. m., arrive Columbia 10.0Ca. m.Train No. 132, SOUTHEASTERN LIMITED. leave Augusta3:00 p. m. Arrive Columbia, Washington and New York same as heretofore.Train No. 20, leave Augusta 6:20p. m., Warrenville 6:50 }>. m.,Graniteville 6:54 p. m.. Trenton7:35 p. tn. Johnston 7:50 p. m.,Ward 7:58 p. m., Ridge Spring8:u7 p. m.. Batesburg 8:25 p. m.,Leesville 8:30 p. m.. Lexington 9:08p. m., arriving Columbia 9:35 p. m.Augusta-Asheville Pullman Sleepily: Car handled on this train.BETWEEN AIKEN AND EDGEFIELD.Train No. 209, leave Edgefield7:20 a. m., Park Hill 7:30 a. m.,arriving Trenton 7:40 a. m.Train No. 207, leave Edgefield<3:4U p. m., Park Hill 6:50 ' p. m.,arrive Trenton 7:00 p. m.Train No. 208, leave Trenton S:51a. m.. Park Hil! 9:01 a. m., arriveEdgefield 9:10 a. m.Train No. 206, leave Trenton 7:40p. m., Park Hill 7:50 p. m., arriveEdgefield S:00 p. m.BETWEEN HA TE Mit" It G AND PERKY.Train No. 148, leave Perry 4:40p. m., Wagener 5.00 p. m., arriveBatesburg 6:30 p. m.CHARLESTON DIVISION.Train No. 18, leave Augusta 6:20a. m., Warrenville (3:49 a. m. Aiken7:07 a.m., Williston 7:44 a. m.,Blackville 8:00 a. m. Denmaik 8:20a. m. Bamberg 8:37 a. m., Branchville 9:lu a.m., Charleston 1:35 p.m.Schedules between intermediatestation* adjusted correspondingly.For additional information, reservations, etc., communication with:Magruder Dent J. A. TownsendDistrict Pas. Agent AgentAugusta, Ga.~ Edgefield, S. C.GEO. F. MIMSOPTOMETRISTEyes examined and glasses fittedonly when necessary. Optical.work of all kinds.EDGEFIELD, S. C.Ltimber. Lumber.I solicit orders for pine lumber.Mill is. in operation on my farmnear Cloora, and can cut any dimensions. Send in your bill and let ussaw inst what you need. Can arrange to deliver lumber in Edgefield if desired.i A-.! BARON HOLMES,., . Cleora, S. C.Sept:'2-1914.Notice. .My highly-bred Stallion willstand at my farm near Red Hill fors]2.00 to insure sound colt. Good*peed and works anywhere.R. L. BODIE,R. F. D. Modoc, S. C..i: Real Estate^-FORSALE! " 125 acres land near Hiberniain Saluda county.1 120 acres near Monett?, Sa> .luda county.! ' 330.acres in Aiken county,near Eureka. 1100 acresJnear?Ropers.'300 acres near Celestia orDavis' mills in GreenwoodI and Saluda counties.? 50 acres near Edgefield C.; H.? 250 aeres near Trenton,S.C.? Several tract* near meeting? Street, and other tracts near? Monetta and Batesburg.i -Apply to! A. 8. TOMPKINS,i Edgefield, S. C